Lucy
Westenra's Diary9 September I feel so happy tonight. I have been
so miserably weak, that to be able to think and move about is like feeling sunshine
after a long spell of east wind out of a steel sky. Somehow Arthur feels very,
very close to me. I seem to feel his presence warm about me. I suppose it is that
sickness and weakness are selfish things and turn our inner eyes and sympathy
on ourselves, whilst health and strength give love rein, and in thought and feeling
he can wander where he wills. I know where my thoughts are. If only Arthur knew!
My dear, my dear, your ears must tingle as you sleep, as mine do waking. Oh,
the blissful rest of last night! How I slept, with that dear, good Dr. Seward
watching me. And tonight I shall not fear to sleep, since he is close at hand
and within call. Thank everybody for being so good to me. Thank God! Goodnight
Arthur. |
